I Need Wine.

Every now and then,

Your smile makes its way to my mind.

I search for a pen,

And grab the nearest sketchbook I find.

Colors I try to blend,

And with precision I draw my lines,

Still wishing I can

Capture that in time.

Into the trash many pieces went,

As I couldn’t illustrate the joy that binds.

Will you lend me a hand,

And pass me some of that wine?

As much as you can, 

Please,

Help me get you out of my mind.